I was there at the beginning. Two decades ago. Seems like a lifetime. I hadn't planted a seed in ages. I didn't know what seed was right for here. What wouldn't be a colonizer on this patch of earth. But I learned. And it felt like a job. A good job, but a job. I forgot I had to frame with niyat (intention). Then I remembered this labor was sacred. A reminder of our primordial origin, from the earth. A reminder of our continued dependence, on the earth. A reminder of our destination, in the earth. But also a reminder that dominion only belonged to God. We were stewards. Or we supposed to be. I had to make that intention again. It wasn't my work. It was the work of generations. It was the work of care and of responsibility. Every time I thought it was about me, I was reminded that's what got us in this mess. We can't care for each other if we only care for ourselves. I was there at the beginning. Hopefully it's enough to avoid The End.

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Founder of islamicate, L3C — consultancy for religious literacy and cultural competency. http://www.husseinrashid.com. Writing on religion, culture, & politics.

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